Is the snow whiter?

What would you do to have your dream job? Give up everything and everyone or just let the dream fall away. I’d done that let the dream fall away to make people happy and I’d been miserable as all hell. So what do you do…? You run, you run and you don’t look back and hope to God the grass is way greener or the snow much whiter
Michelle Deering or Chelle to her friends,Covers it well hides the truth and gets on with it until somethings can't be hidden for much longer.
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…….. Hadley and I closed down the bar I locked the takings in the
safe in the office leaving Hadley to wipe the bar over. I went
and grabbed my jacket and double checked the safe.

"Hey Hadley it's all done in there I think…" I stopped talking
the bar was empty apart from Beckett sitting on a stool at the
end of the bar the two boxes and the flowers next to him.

"They left…" oh he sounded like he'd gargled with rocks. I put my
jacket on the end of the bar

"Left and they left you here?"

"Well I'm the ride home" a slight smile toyed at the corners of
his mouth

"Hmph" I walked behind the bar and cracked the top off two beers
and pushed one across the bar at him and wrote it on a piece of
paper and dropped it in the register. "So where did your little
friend go?' I gestured with the bottle toward the table where
they'd been sat.

"I have no idea Dane's probably got her and her sister in his
bed" he toyed with the bottle "He's going through his early
twenties crisis" I nodded "Can we really talk?"

"I guess… we don't have a whole lot of choice do we since my so
called friends ditched me" I sank the beer and reached for my
jacket, Beckett snagged it and held it out for me his breath was
on my neck as he stood behind me.

"Thank you" I was shocked I couldn't remember the last time
anyone helped me on with a jacket

"You're welcome" I picked up the vase of flowers and he grabbed
the two boxes "You think you might want to open these when you
get home?" he walked out and held the bar door open while I
walked out and locked up the bar.

"I might" I pocketed the keys and he walked over to the sidewalk
where his car was sitting, the drive to the house was silent
other than the sound of the tires on the road the light smell
from the roses mixing with the leather interior smell. Beckett
pulled up next to my jeep and shut off the lights and then the
engine. "So I take it you want to come in?"

"I want to talk to you and I think we'd begin to freeze in the
car" he opened the door and took the boxes from the back as I got
out with the flowers and went inside. The fire was low in the
fireplace and it was screaming for more wood to be added. I
turned on the lamp and walked over to the fire and reached for
the wood bucket and put more wood on to it and slid the guard
back in place. I stood back up and unzipped my jacket and turned
round. Beckett was leaning on the breakfast bar between the
living room and the kitchen watching me. "I'm sorry" he pushed
off the counter "I really am sorry for not thinking and coming
out with such a douche bag comment… I didn't think of how it
might sound it just seemed in my head to be such an innocent
comment" he pushed my jacket down my arms and I pulled my hands
from the sleeves "What happened to you to make you so defensive
about…" he sounded so sincere, I put my hand over his mouth he
frowned at me

"I'm sorry for jumping down your throat" I moved my hand "I'm
touchy about things that really shouldn't be a big deal" I walked
over to the breakfast bar and turned the vase round "these are
amazing by the way thank you… I've never been given flowers
before"

"Never?" he said it like it was the strangest thing ever I looked
at him and shook my head "Not a corsage for prom or valentines
rose?"

"No… do you want a beer?"

"Sure" he followed me as I went to the fridge and pulled out two
beers and popped the lids off I held one out for him he reached
for it "So my apology?"

"I'm still hurt by it" he put the beer down

"I can see that by the shirt and the shorts and by the way that
is so distracting having letters on that it makes me stare more"
I felt the color rise in my cheeks. "Chelle I couldn't take my
eyes off you tonight and apparently I've been a real pain in the
ass all day" he took the beer from my hands and put it next to
his "all I wanted was to have the time to say sorry to tell you I
really didn't mean how it sounded and I want to start over with
you" I frowned at him

"Start over… a little hard when we've seen each other naked" I
had sudden flashes of seeing his body and the ring I knew was
under that shirt.

"I know…" he moved closer to me "I just…" he looked like a little
boy lost; his words to the girl in the bar came back to me. I put
my hands on his face and kissed him, it took a few seconds before
he realized what was happening his hands slid round my waist and
pulled me against him My arms went up round his neck and my hands
tugged on his hair, something about him had me weakened,
something about him and how he'd said things in the bar made me
see he was different. He pulled back and put his forehead against
mine

"Can I try to be the knight in shining armor instead of the…" I
stopped him talking as I took a step back and gripped the bottom
of my shirt and pulled it off over my head "Damn" he moaned, he
reached his fingers out and touched the tattoo on my ribs I
sucked in a breath just at his touch "I want you" his voice was
more of a growl right here right now"

All I could do was nod as he swept me up my legs wrapped around
his waist my hands working on his shirt, he laid me on the couch
and stood up and pulling off his shirt before he lay back on me
the rest of our clothes coming off hands and mouths working like
it was the end of the world……..